WW2-2nd Cavalry Exploits Continue

Marcilly le Hayer

24 August 1944

On 24 August, the 42d Squadron moved at 0800 to relieve the Third Cavalry before Sens (III) and to gain the line Marcilly le Hayer (III)(19) - Arces (III) - Joigny (III)(18).

Troop A deployed on the north and B Troop on the south. By 1130 the Troops had gained the designated line and were probing forward. Lt. Botta’s platoon of Troop A was covering the vicinity of Marcilly le Hayer, when at about 1500 Col. Reed and Capt. Andrews approached from the south.

In view of what followed it might be well to explain that Capt. Andrews misunderstood Col. Reed’s request to see his CP. Thinking that the Colonel said OP, since Lt. Botta had reported seeing some of the enemy, Capt. Andrews headed toward that position.

Breaking out of the woods on Hwy N374 one mile southeast of Marcilly le Hayer Capt. Andrews came to a halt, and shuddered as he saw the teams armored car stuck on the forward slope of the hill to his left, about 1000 yards from the town.

The Colonel and Andrews pulled over to the high ground on the right of the road, noticing the team’s MG bantam covering the main road in the draw before them. Standing on the highest point of ground they surveyed the surrounding country with their glasses.

Col. Reed, sniffing around as though he smelled trouble, asked Andrews, “Don’t you think we are being a little too brave?”

The very instant that they assumed the prone position as being a little more discreet, a German Panzer Grenadier unit, as identified by their black Panzer uniforms, left Marcilly le Hayer in deployed formation and charged up the hill toward Lt. Botta’s armored car. The A Troop team did not see them at first, and Col. Reed, with his sniper rifle, Capt. Andrews, and Cpl. Cook, the Colonel’s bantam rear gunner who was on the hill with them, opened fire from the flank. The Colonel drew a fine bead and dropped his first German.

Cpl. Cook was sent 500 yards further north for right flank protection, a lonely spot that he didn’t like at all.

O’Leary opened up with the machine gun below them, and the A Troop MG bantam joined in. The armored car cut loose and that slowed the German attack. The Krauts were all wearing their helmets, a unique sight.

There were some 30 to 35 Krauts left, and some of them were moving to engage the threat to their left flank, their fire pinning the Colonel, Andrews and Cook to the ground. Just then O’Leary crawled up beside the Colonel and reported, “Sir, the Commanding General of XII Corps has just radioed for the Colonel to report to his CP immediately”.

“Tell him there is nothing I’d like better”, retorted Col. Reed. “If he’ll get these Panzer people out of my hair, I’ll be glad to comply.”

Shortly afterwards Capt. Andrews called for reinforcements, and Sgt. Felice arrived on the scene with his team from Hill 252. This increase in force finally discouraged the Germans, who withdrew behind their dug in positions and AT guns in Marcilly. As Capt. Andrews put it, “We weren’t about to go out and count the dead”.

Action at Les Ormes

August 24-25 1944

On August 24, Lt. Fiedler, 3rd Platoon C Troop, with one of his armored cars and a bantam started from the Troop CP to take supplies and gasoline back to his platoon. In an effort to get there sooner the Lieutenant took a short cut which led through the town of Les Ormes (18). Before he left he was warned that there was probably a German garrison in the town, but time is money so away he went. As they zipped around a corner leading into Les Ormes the two American vehicles came face to face with a Nazi column consisting mostly of horse-drawn wagons and caissons. After futilely trying to get the Germans to surrender, the armored car gunner, Pvt. Chatterton, started firing his 37mm gun.

“I saw all those horses and wagons down there,” Chatterton recalls, “So when they started firing at us, I just opened up, trying to get as many of them as possible. The driver was trying to get the car turned around while I was firing, but he couldn’t manage it somehow. I saw a bunch of Heinies in a yard about 50 yards away so I loaded up with cannister and was about to fire when something hit the armored car, AT I guess, and knocked me cold. I don’t remember anything else except that when I came to, the car was afire and burning the raincoat I was wearing. I had trouble getting out of the turret so I finally solved it all by diving out head first. I ran around the side of the building where the bantam was, climbed in and we took off.”

Chatterton was credited with destroying ten wagons, killing 30 men and 6 horses and knocking out a mortar.

About 1500 that same afternoon, a Platoon of C Troop, one team from B Troop, two of F Company’s tanks and an assault gun returned to les Ormes, surrounded it and began firing. After four and a half hours of continual blasting, most of it by our own vehicles, a large group of prisoners was taken and it was decided to withdraw due to the approaching darkness. The next morning we entered the town without opposition and made a complete tally of the damage we had done. We counted 153 prisoners, 49 killed and 18 vehicles and guns destroyed. These were in addition to those credited to Chatterton for the job he had performed in the morning.

Chaource Strafing

Felix Mazure, Frenchman with A Troop, 2d Squadron

25 August 1944

It was 10 o’clock and we were not far from Chaource (III)(21) when there appeared in the sky a flight of P-47’s, American fighter-bombers.

They made a circle then, suddenly, two dove to strafe us coming from the south. Everyone knew what that meant. The vehicles of A Troop screeched to a halt and all together the occupants took a flying leap to the ground, trying to find cover in the ditches along the road.

At the time of jumping from the halftrack I hesitated for a moment on seeing the height of the vehicle and the depth of the ditch. But my comrades didn’t hesitate a second, and I also threw myself over the side, tommy gun in hand. The sound of the plane increased, becoming a deafining roar, then when it appeared to be coming directly at us, flames shot from the leading edge of the wings and red tracers stabbed towards the earth. At the same time the cracking sounds of the machine guns struck our ears. My eyes were riveted on an enormous bomb carried under the fuselage. From the bomb my glance traveled to the halftrack. There, hung on the rear door of our halftrack, was a pretty white placard with a single word written in red - EXPLOSIVES.

The plane came in, spraying the road. A house about a hundred meters behind us broke into flames, and in a few minutes it was nothing but a smoking torch.

Everywhere the men were yelling, “Show the identification panels!” and some intrepid souls leaped to spread the panels, some pink, some yellow. We remained in the ditches and the planes circled for another pass. They finally recognized that we were Americans, but they remained on guard and kept us under observation.

One G.I. told me there were 300 gallons of gas in the truck behind us. It’s a good thing the plane didn’t drop it’s bomb - the explosives, the gasoline and us in the ditch - we would have been beyond all help!

The occupants of the halftrack my brother was in dismounted to flush the woods to the flanks to make sure no Krauts had been awakened. In ten minutes they had returned without finding even a single sniper.

A jeep passed at high speed, then returned a few moments later with a halftrack ambulance; there were some victims. (Eds. note: Hendershaw, Spivey and Choker, formerly Col. Hill’s driver.)

Finally the planes left. The Air Corps must have had orders to hit everything on the road we were using, (Eds. note: overrunning the no-fire line?) and since we were so camouflaged with branches that you couldn’t see the identification panels the P-47’s had taken us for the enemy.

We continued on and passed two machine gun bantams that had been hit. Two men were stretched out, the medics giving them first aid. Three other G.I.’s were there also, only slightly wounded. Even so, it was enraging to think that they were hit by American aircraft.

Towards 11 a.m. we entered Chaource. A halt and some hot poop (pardon my French). The chief of the FFI offered us some champagne. While we were drinking “to the victory”, 600 Maquis arrived in trucks. They told how they had captured a German General commanding an SS Division the evening before. He was no longer present.

A few minutes later we pushed on to Villiers le Bois. (Eds. note: From here A Troop patrolled to les Riceys (III) and Bagenaux la Fosse, a section under Cpl. Paschal, following a German column almost to Bar sur Seine (III)(21).)

The 42d Squadron, on the 26th, encountered an enemy force estimated to be a Division, moving from Dijon (III)(IV) to Tonnerre (III)(20). Another enemy force, estimated to be of Regimental strength, reinforced by artillery, was located in the vicinity of Carisey (20). The 42d Squadron attacked this unit and forced it to withdraw, thus enabling us to perform effective cover for the south flank of the 4th Armored Division.

Carisey

26-28 August 1944

A breathless FFI chief pounded into the Second Cavalry CP at Chessy (20) late in the afternoon of 26 August. “Who speaks French?” he asked excitedly.

Major Pitman, Exec of the 42d Squadron, who was visiting from his CP in an adjoining field, came forward to learn the man’s story.

“Between
Tonnerre (III)(20) and Chablis (III)(20) the FFI are holding off a German convoy, but their situation is desperate for they are beginning to run out of ammunition. Besides, south of Chablis another German column has crossed their lines and is about to effect a junction with the first column. Two Companies of Americans will be sufficient to anihilate the convoy. I am the chief of the FFI in Flogny (III)(20), but have very few men left.”

The Major made him pin point the column on the map and promised him that everything would be done that was necessary.

A short time later 1st Sgt. George of B, 42d, roared into the Squadron CP and deposited T/Sgt. Jack Gold at the medics. He had trouble!

Sgt. George with Maintenance Sgt. Gold and Mess Sgt. Barnes had been on their way with rations and gas to the B Troop CP just above Chablis. They had reached a point just south of Carisey (20) when a Kraut 75mm field piece opened up on them at point blank range. Barnes and Gold in the point bantam jerked off the road and started out cross country at a high gallop. It was rough riding and Gold, a very short chap, jumped out to blaze a trail through the shoulder high grass and weeds. The next round cracked in closer. The jeep jumped forward and proceeded to bounce over Gold. Gold took time out to check himself over to see if he had been killed in the wreck. Barnes gave up in disgust and hit for the tall timber. He was never seen again. (Eds. note: In December word was officially received that Sgt. Barnes was a German prisoner.)

Sgts. George and Gold managed to squeeze out as the dismounted Krauts closed in. Their last view of the supply halftrack was a towering cloud of black smoke as the Kraut gun scored one.

George estimated that it was at least a Regiment of horse artillery going into bivouac in plain view from where the German outpost tagged him. He pointed out the position on the S-3 map, just southeast of Foret de Pontigny (20) where B of the 2d had a scrap with an estimated 2000 Germans the day before, and since it was known that the 16th German Infantry Division was infiltrating east from Orleans (II), we believed we had something.

42d Squadron was alerted to make the attack with everything they had available. Col. Reed directed Col. Hill to hit the enemy encampment from the north and east, and called on 2d Squadron to send Troop B, then concentrated near Flogny, south toward Tonnerre to cut off the enemy from the west.

Troop A 42d, having been relieved by Troop C on the Tonnerre - les Riceys (III) screen, was in reserve at Chessy at 1500 and immediately mounted up and headed south. Col. Hill followed with E and F Troops. Major Pitman was dispatched to Ligny le Chatel (III)(20) where Lt. Mitchell’s platoon of B Troop was to meet him.

In the meantime Col. Reed received word that the 4th Armored would send an armored task force to help with the Kraut horse artillery Regiment, and maybe cut up the German 16th Infantry Division, if it was there.

At Varennes (20) it was learned that the German force pulled south after the engagement with Sgt. George’s supply halftrack. They were afraid American “Panzers” were nearby.

Troop A passed south through Mere (20), traveling cross country to Vezannes (20) which lay at the bottom of a little valley. There the French said that the German horse column had just passed through town. As we cleared the town on the road to Tissey (20), we saw Krauts running into the woods on our left front and we came under long range small arms fire. Our platoons fanned out to the left of the road firing 37’s and machine guns. We hadn’t advanced 500 yards when our 75’s from E Troop began pounding the woods and cross roads in front of Hill 277 (20). Their fire was coming in hot and heavy and we couldn’t push forward without running into it.

Lt. Wessling’s platoon of assault guns at the head of E Troop had gone into position on the high ground just east of Dye (20) where they had a clear view of the whole Kraut column, horses, artillery and men, as it streamed along the road in front of Hill 277, headed toward Vezinnes (20). Soon the six guns were up abreast, and cut loose a steady volley at the Krauts. Although the enemy could be seen from the guns, each crew fired indirect laying since the range was so long. A deadly fire raked the whole column, following it right into Vezinnes.

This had one bad effect, however. Col. Reed, heading the tank platoon and B of the 2d, which was pushing south from Flogny, was prevented by the fire from entering Vezinnes and cutting off the column. Further, since the 2d Squadron was on a different radio channel than the 42d, Col. Hill at the E Troop position couldn’t be notified to stop his fire. Troop A finally managed to call E and tell them to shift their fire to the east so they could close with the enemy, but by the time this was done, darkness had closed in, and the enemy, less the dead horses, men, and abandoned guns strewn along the road, had escaped acro
ss the bridge at Vezinnes.

As Felix Mazure, the French volunteer serving with A Troop put it, the fighting was confused (which was typical of green troops). He stated, “near the village of Mere our platoon left the rest of the Troop and headed along a dirt road to the wood, which dominated the village of Vezannes. We had to get there to cover the right flank of A Troop which was fanning out in the valley going cross country. The Boche weren’t far away.”

“Wenzel was driving our bucking jeep along, gas pedal to the floor. We checked the woods and as we came out above Vezannes all hell broke loose. Bullets whistled about our ears, and added to the din of A Troop’s machine guns and 37’s were the heavier explosions of the 75mm shells of our assault guns which were hitting scarcely 200 or 300 meters in front of A Troop as we advanced up the hill toward the Boche.”

“The fight lasted nearly an hour then quit. While the bullets and shells were falling quite near us, I watched my companions. All were perfectly calm. That’s about all that I saw during the battle - except the riderless fear-crazed horses of the German convoy racing across the fields.”

“The ‘buck private’ usually sees only the shell bursts, hears the zinging bullets; he advances, goes this way or that and sees his comrades wounded or killed.”

“It remains for the leaders, the high leaders only, to have precise knowledge of the battle; for they follow it on their maps.”

“Like everything else, there are on the one side those who see a little and know nothing, and on the other those who know, but see nothing.”

Capt. John Watson of the 42d Tank Troop cussed for two days about our inability to get the tanks across country in mass and hit the column on the flank before darkness set in.

And he wasn’t the only one! At about 2300 the medium tanks of the 4th Armored, that were going to help us, came rolling south to Tonnerre and further delayed our reorganization. Anyone who has had to pull over to the side of the road while a column of medium tanks barrel by blackout will get the idea. It was well after midnight before we were completely organized.

At first the 42d was relieved by the 2d, which merely extended it’s screen. The 42d concentrated in the vicinity of Chaource (III)(21).

By noon of the 27th Troops A and C of the 42d had seized a bridgehead over the Seine river extending from Clerey (21) to Villemoyen (21) and pushed rapidly to the east below Troyes (III). Troop A made good progress, reaching Arcis (III) and Pougy (III) on the following day. To the south in the C Troop sector things were rough. Before Vendeuvre (III) one platoon ran into elements of the 15th Panzer Grenadier Division, which was concentrating in the Foret de Grand Orient. The platoon was driven back to Lusigny (III). Here Fred Siple was killed trying to stop German armor with a tommy gun! At the latter town a platoon of Engineers said they were ordered to blow the bridge over the Aube river beyond Vendeuvre.

Lt. Charles Harris explained the difficulties his 1st Platoon had just run into, but our entreaties not withstanding, the engineers, loaded in trucks, went through our outpost. About 35 seconds later several burp guns and 20mm’s cut loose. They were soon joined by a German machine gun with it’s distinctive high cyclic rate of fire. Then all was silent. As far as we were able to learn not a man escaped. There were logs along both sides of the road so a vehicle couldn’t turn around.

The 2d Platoon of C Troop got so far behind the German lines that they found themselves cut off and had a wild ride before they managed to return to our lines.

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